Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.